It's An Open House Part 12

You are making me crazy. Finally you pound your c.o.c.k deep in me. I start to breathe heavily and moan. You grab my hips and pump me faster and faster. I feel myself ready to explode. Wanting the release, I encourage you to quicken the pace. I bounce against your groin, making sure that you hit every area of my inner p.u.s.s.y. I spread my legs as far as I can, so you can go deeper with each stroke. Eventually I explode. You keep pounding me and reach around and fondle my c.l.i.t, increasing the intensity of my o.r.g.a.s.m. We continue this motion until you fill me once again. Finally drained, we separate.

Every nerve in my body tingles. My legs shake from exhaustion. You help me to a booth and sit me down. As we wait for the waitress, we look around the room and notice that no one was even watching us while we had s.e.x. We both giggle at the thought of what a fine pair of s.e.xual exhibitionists we are-apparently we couldn't even manage to get caught in the act! It certainly wasn't for want of trying.

You reach down and stroke my p.u.s.s.y lightly, and it's like electric-shock treatment. You barely brush my c.l.i.t, and that sends total shivers through me. I in turn reach down and give your satisfied c.o.c.k a gentle squeeze. We kiss pa.s.sionately again. I feel myself getting wet again. You pull your head away and smile. We both know that we will be doing it again soon. Real soon.

The waitress comes with the drinks. As we take time to allow our bodies to luxuriate in the exhaustion from our lovemaking, we watch the other people in the pool hall. There must be something in the air that arouses us. You lean over and nibble on my ear. I let out a slight moan. I'm amazed at how h.o.r.n.y I am. I tilt my head back, exposing my neck. You suck gently on it. I am getting wetter and wetter by the second, and suggest that we leave so we can be alone. You agree.

As we step out into the parking lot, you grab my a.s.s and give it a squeeze. As if I needed to be excited more! We race to my car. I start it up and put the roof down. I want desperately to be naked, and tell you so. You hike up my skirt. As we pull out of the lot, you lean down and give my wet p.u.s.s.y a kiss.

"More!" I scream. "I want more!"

You bury your tongue in my opening. We approach a stoplight, and I tell you that you should really lift your head up-not really wanting you to. You decide that it would be better if you continue, and you start to flick my c.l.i.t with your tongue. I giggle from sheer pleasure. My giggle attracts the attention of the occupants of the car beside us. I don't care. I just want you to continue. You make a mumbling sound I can't understand, but I feel the vibration, which excites me even more.

I know that I must pull off and have you continue with what you are doing. I want us to be alone. Once the light turns green, I step heavily on the gas, which causes the tires to squeal. I throw my head back and laugh as we quickly pull away from the other cars. The whole time, you continue to fondle my c.l.i.t and p.u.s.s.y with your loving tongue. I speed through town to a secluded spot by the lake. It is only when we are there that you stop.

We climb out of the car. You reach in the back seat and grab the blanket that is conveniently there for such an occasion. You follow me as I venture toward the water. You lay the blanket out and suggest that I join you. I'm too frisky to stay still. I start to perform a striptease for you. I begin by lifting my T-shirt slowly to expose my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. You lie on your side, hold your head in your bent arm and watch the show. I now remove my shirt completely and rub it against my erect nipples. I toss you the shirt. You catch it and smell the sweet perfume it holds.

As I continue to dance, I fondle my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then slide my hands down toward my crotch. I reach under my skirt and rub the inside of my thighs while bending my knees to a right angle. You bend your head down to take a peek at my dripping p.u.s.s.y. I stand up so as not to ruin the show and turn my back toward you and lift my skirt, exposing my beautiful a.s.s. I bend over so you get a good view of my a.s.s and p.u.s.s.y. In this position, I insert a finger in my p.u.s.s.y, moving it slowly in and out. I am getting wetter and breathing harder. The sun keeps my half-naked body warm.

I remove my finger so I can release myself from my skirt. As it falls to my ankles, I step out of it gracefully, without missing a beat of the music that is playing in my head. I casually kick the skirt aside and now stand fully naked in front of you, stroking myself with my hands in what I believe is a very erotic way. It must be working. You become extremely hard and have to undo your pants to be comfortable.

I take that as an invitation to join you on the blanket. Once I lie down, there is no stopping us from exploring each other with our hands and mouths. You roll me on my back and bury your face in my clean-shaven p.u.s.s.y. I squirm as your tongue burrows deep in my waiting hole. You blow gently, almost bringing me to o.r.g.a.s.m. I want to suck you while you nibble on my c.l.i.t. I turn my body to gain access to your wonderful c.o.c.k. I take it deep in my mouth and suck it pa.s.sionately.

With my lips stroking your c.o.c.k, I squeeze your b.a.l.l.s gently, and drops of come escape from it. Never before have I tasted anything so salty yet so sweet. I want more. Suddenly you stop and turn yourself so you're lying on your back. I take this opportunity to straddle you. I tease your c.o.c.k by allowing only your tip to enter my dripping c.u.n.t. You grab my hips and try to have me impale myself totally on you. Not being able to resist, I allow you to fully enter me.

We begin those beautiful rhythmical strokes. I reach down and lovingly squeeze your b.a.l.l.s in synchronization. I feel myself building to an overwhelming o.r.g.a.s.m, and when you insert your c.o.c.k, I feel you getting harder and harder. We both quicken the pace and break into a sweet sweat. I start to explode, and you splash wildly inside me as your c.o.c.k releases. We both moan and grunt wildly.

The outdoor quiet is broken by our sounds of pleasure. I collapse on your chest, still breathing heavily. You wrap your arms around me. I feel fully satisfied now, as do you. We lie exhausted on the blanket, letting the sun dry us off. We've accomplished what others only dream out in fantasies.

I lay my head on your chest and become mesmerized by the beating of your heart. You stroke my hair away from my face, lean over and give me a pa.s.sionate kiss. After what seems like only a brief moment in time, we dress and head back to the bar, where I drop you off at your car.

We look deep in each other's eyes, both of us knowing that our paths may never cross again and yet neither of us will ever forget our rendezvous today. We kiss one last time and go our separate ways.-L.R., Montreal, Quebec HE CAMPAIGNS TO PUT SOME "GIVE" BACK IN THE GIVE-AND-TAKE OF s.e.x I met Melissa while I was studying law at a large university. I always gazed at the adorable undergraduates walking around campus. Although I was almost thirty years old, I remained shy and rather inexperienced, and rarely spoke to these girls. Yet their beauty brought tears to my eyes.

Then one day I was sitting alone in a popular coffeehouse reading when Melissa asked if she might sit at my table, since there were no free ones left. I vividly remember my first glance at her face: She had the "Brooke look." I mean that she reminded me of Brooke Shields as a teenager. She looked gorgeous-very young and innocent, but friendly. She had big green eyes, black hair and small, even teeth. Honest to G.o.d, I found out later that she had been a part-time model.

Under the circ.u.mstances, I was barely able to stammer out a "Sure." She sat, and we talked. She had a captivating habit of looking straight in my eyes as she chatted. I found out that she had just started at the honors college a month ago. I discovered, much to my delight, that she seemed to feast off of my opinions, and I advised her freely about cla.s.ses, extracurriculars, you name it. I managed to stay nonchalant when she talked happily about her boyfriend.

Of course she had a boyfriend, I thought. She's beautiful and smart. Nevertheless, I flirted as much as I could, and as we got to know each other better, she admitted that her boyfriend went to another school and they had "agreed to see other people."

I offered to walk her back to her dorm. She let me and then, at the dorm entrance, smiled and said, "Can I call you sometime?"

Impossible, I mused. There's no way she'll ever call. But within a week, I heard her soft voice on my answering machine.

Next we had a wonderful casual date. G.o.d knows why, she seemed impressed with me. She even seemed truly excited to ride in my sports car. I had resigned myself to the fact that guys expressed a h.e.l.l of a lot more interest in it than women did. I definitely hadn't bought it to lure models! I liked Melissa too, but what primarily impressed me was her face and her compact, delicious body. I craved her. At the end of that casual first date she gave me one paltry good-night kiss, but it left me grinning for days.

On casual date number three, she wore tight black jeans and a little sweater that highlighted her flat stomach by ending right above her navel. I finally got her back to my room. Fortunately, she was a little nervous too. She was breathing quickly-although still looking right at me-and that gave me confidence.

We started to kiss on the couch. At first, she just tentatively poked her tongue in my mouth. I was thinking already, I wonder if she's still a virgin. She was definitely holding back a little. Nevertheless, as if she had planned everything and wanted to stay in command, she asked if I wanted to give her a ma.s.sage! She pulled off her sweater and quickly rolled on her stomach.

I couldn't believe my luck at getting this pretty eighteen-year-old in the sack. But I had a couple of problems, since I had never screwed such a slim, small-breasted girl before.

To begin with, I couldn't find a clasp on the back of her sports bra, so I just caressed along the thin band of it, along with her shoulders and back.

Then I figured that I'd reach my hands slightly inside the back of her jeans. I could see the outline of her bikini underpants through them, and I wanted to stroke her just down to that line. But her jeans were so d.a.m.ned tight, I couldn't do it. My hand got stuck, and I had to take it out!

I was so h.o.r.n.y now, I turned her over and, without much pretense at ma.s.sage, started to touch her cute little b.r.e.a.s.t.s through the sports bra, marveling at how the Calvin Klein insignia circled her taut pale skin. But I still didn't know how to deal with the bra. I wondered if I could casually hoist it up over her head. Unsure, I just lifted it over her t.i.ts.

She immediately sat up and climbed on my knee. I leaned forward and kissed her nipple, then sucked softly on it. As it got hard, she let out a little sigh and started to rock back and forth on my leg. I sucked for all I was worth, and as she got more and more aroused, she ground her crotch into my knee. I held her by the hips, and she enjoyed the friction and sucking.

As always, though, she wanted to orchestrate things, whispering, "Keep going, just like this."

So I did, and she humped away, eyes now closed. Soon she let out a few gasps, whispered something unintelligible and moaned. She shuddered as she came in her jeans. After a few moments, she smiled and said, remarkably, that she thought it was time to go-she had to study or something!

She was an incredible c.o.c.k-tease, I realized, but what could I do? I was already under her spell. I let her dress and go without a word of surprise or disagreement. At least I'd gotten to second base. I became frenzied to arrange another date, and this time I vowed to go farther.

On that next date, though, I had still more delicious stuff to learn. We were back in my room, on my bed. Both of us were slightly drunk. This time I pulled off Melissa's shirt to find a green satin bra with a front clasp. I had never tackled one of these front-openers before, but after taking a deep breath, I moved my slightly trembling hands to her chest and unsnapped the bra on the first try!

As before, I concentrated on her delight. Once again she perched on my knee, and I watched as she gyrated, gasped, murmured something and came. Now was my chance.

Before she could leap off the bed, my hands were at her waist and I undid the top b.u.t.ton of her tight CK blue jeans while rolling her on her back. Much to my chagrin, the jeans were b.u.t.ton-fly. I had never owned a pair of b.u.t.ton-fly jeans or had occasion to strip them off any girl, so I didn't realize that you could just pull down and unb.u.t.ton all the b.u.t.tons at once.

I fumbled with the first d.a.m.n bra.s.s rivet until, after what seemed like eternity, I managed to guide it through the b.u.t.tonhole. As I forged ahead to the next metal b.u.t.ton, my fingers brushed against the waistband of Melissa's bikini, which matched her bra.

She thought I was going so slowly in order to tease her, and she started to squirm with l.u.s.t. "Hurry up!" she whispered urgently. "Make me come!"

She was eager for more s.e.x, and like a sap, I accommodated her immediately rather than taking this opportunity to sweetly "torture" her a little. Instead, I plunged my hand down between her denim and her briefs. I really had to push a little to get my hand down to her v.a.g.i.n.a. Her panties were already very wet from her first o.r.g.a.s.m, and I just rubbed up against them with the little room my hand had in the confined s.p.a.ce of her clothing.

I had now managed to get my hand trapped down both the back and the front of Melissa's pants! Still, it worked out great for her. The pleasure made her bounce around, and my trapped hand was securely in place and never lost contact with her c.l.i.toris. She thrashed and moaned with excitement. Soon she was convulsing again, and my fingers felt her genitals suddenly get even more juicy.

Now, as she relaxed and caught her breath, I had ample time to undo the rest of her fly and pull her jeans down her legs. It was then that she smiled shyly at me and said she wasn't ready to go all the way and we should leave our underpants on. Once again I obliged the beautiful freshman. I went down on her, licking vigorously, then nibbling at her satin panties. Occasionally I would push the panties in and out of her slit, then lick her c.l.i.t again. She shoved her crotch at my face, pounded her little fists against the bed and treated herself to a third o.r.g.a.s.m.

I so wanted to f.u.c.k her now, but she explained that she was still a virgin. Was she really? She appeared at the same time to be kind of innocent, and yet selfish and s.l.u.tty. She said she even prevented her boyfriend-I'd forgotten about that jacka.s.s!-from getting too carried away by making sure that they always left some clothes on. She confided, though, that his "thing" was so long that it sometimes poked its way over the top of his shorts.

Well, that didn't make me feel so great, especially since, so far, she had only indifferently rubbed my d.i.c.k. As you will imagine, I wanted to prove myself and take control for a change.

She seemed a little tired, but I kissed and stroked her some more to get her heated up again. It worked, and this time as I caressed her v.a.g.i.n.a I worked a finger in her. She seemed a little startled at first, but then her face became contorted with ecstasy. I guessed that this wasn't a first for her, no matter how innocent she acted. Still, she was hungry for experience, and could hardly stand the joy of flicking my finger.

More juices poured out of Melissa. This time she whispered, "Hurry! I'm almost there!"

She was shivering and tense, poised at the brink of climax. At that moment I stopped abruptly, giving her a taste of her own medicine. I quickly got on top of her light body, helped her wrap her legs around me and started to hump. She went wild with l.u.s.t. We mashed our underpants together. I concentrated on keeping my c.o.c.k pushed against her most sensitive spots. I felt her wetness seep onto my p.e.n.i.s.

As I began to e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e, I reached down and made sure that my c.o.c.khead was free. It felt much better that way, and I creamed all over. I had an amazing o.r.g.a.s.m-after waiting so long!-while my young bedmate pushed demonically against me, setting her off as well. Because I'd kept her waiting too, her fourth o.r.g.a.s.m of the night was the most intense. She cried out and rolled her head from side to side as she came in her panties. The pretty freshman was all tuckered out from s.e.x and fell asleep next to me. I was elated.

Although I'm sure I realized that I could never keep a girl like that for long, I couldn't hide my shock when I called her the next week to arrange a date. She was cold and gave me some excuse about an appointment that evening with her teaching a.s.sistant. I thought, good luck to him, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d!-N.O., Springfield, Ma.s.sachusetts SHE GETS HIM BY WINNING A BET, THEN WAITS EIGHT YEARS TO WIN ANOTHER ONE.

All through high school I'd had a big crush on this guy named Mickey. I was totally infatuated with his all-American good looks, tan skin, athletic build and gorgeous brown eyes. I had made it very clear on several occasions that I wanted him. He was very shy and quiet, but there were occasional playful glances and a few instances of mild flirting-just games, really-so I kind of knew that the feeling was mutual. Unfortunately, the timing was never quite right for us to get together, and we never did.

It wasn't until a few years after high school graduation that we finally did manage to hook up. One night I was hanging out with a few of my male friends, one of whom was Mickey. We were driving around downtown in my car, trying to find somewhere that we could just hang out and drink a few beers (in this particular town places like that are few and far between).

I finally told the gang that I knew about a secluded place on a quiet boulevard where we could all go for a while. With a disbelieving smirk on his face, Mickey, who was sitting beside me, said, "Yeah, right. If you can find a secluded place on the boulevard, I'll do anything you want!"

The guys in the back seat laughed and rolled their eyes, but my p.u.s.s.y was telling me that this was the night! I did know a spot, a dark parking lot behind some buildings that was deserted at night. I put the pedal to the floor, and we were there in a jiffy. "Is this secluded enough?" I asked as we got out of the car.

Without any hesitation, Mickey grabbed the beer and handed it to our friends. "Go take a walk. A long walk ..." he said.

I tried to act cool, but it was difficult. My heart was racing, my nipples were hard and I was well past the point of being ready. Without another word, Mickey grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. I could feel his c.o.c.k pressing through his pants. My heart raced when he kissed me for the first time. It was without a doubt the most loving and pa.s.sionate kiss I'd ever experienced.

Shivers ran down my spine as Mickey picked me up and set me down on the trunk of my car. He lifted up my skirt and pulled my panties aside, exposing me to him fully as I just closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. He bent down and his tongue immediately penetrated my c.u.n.t. Strangely, it felt both cool and warm as he moved it up and down, licking my p.u.s.s.y and c.l.i.t with his thick, fat tongue. I moaned and giggled at the same time, and that's when I came.

I sat up immediately and kissed him so that I could taste my c.u.n.t juice. I think he liked that. Knowing that our time was limited before our drunken idiot friends would be back to interrupt us, Mickey wasted no time sticking his c.o.c.k inside me. It was larger than I was used to, but I was so wet that it went in with no problem. I moaned with pleasure and looked deep into his dark, s.e.xy eyes. We both released years of built-up s.e.xual tension as we came simultaneously. Our time together was short, but it was oh so sweet-and it was definitely worth the wait!

Mickey quickly b.u.t.toned up his pants as I pulled down my short brown skirt. "My G.o.d, you felt so good," he said quietly.

"I wish I won bets more often," I said, straightening my clothes out with a huge smile on my face. I was on cloud nine, knowing I would remember that night for years to come.

And it was indeed years to come. Though we kept in touch and saw each other occasionally, it wasn't until eight years later that Mickey and I got together again, when the two of us and some other old acquaintances spent the day with a mutual friend who was in town for a visit.

The day we spent together was really fun. We all joked and laughed about old times, and eventually the topic of our "boulevard bet" came up. We spoke of it casually at first, but then I looked over and noticed Mickey watching me intently. "You know, I really enjoyed that night," he said finally, his gaze not quite meeting mine.

My heart raced. But that had happened such a long time ago, I figured, and I didn't have any reason to think that it would ever happen again. But that night I just couldn't think of anything else. I was so incredibly h.o.r.n.y that I even got off on my pillow-twice. Even that didn't help, though. I wanted him again, and I thought that he wanted me, too. The next day I finally gave in and called him. I knew he was out on a camping trip with some of his friends that day, but I eventually managed to reach him on his cell phone.

"I was hoping you would call me," he told me quietly. "You'll never believe it. The guys and I have a bet going."

"Oh, no, not another bet," I laughed. "What's it about this time?"

"The guys said you'd call me and want to get together again. If we do, then I lose and I have to fetch beer for them for the next twenty-four hours."

"Well, I guess we probably shouldn't get together then," I said, teasing him as well as myself.

"Oh, but that's okay with me, because I win either way!" Mickey said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"If we don't, they have to get me a beer any time I want one," he explained. "But if we do, then I get to spend the night with you, and I really win!"

It was obvious to me that was what he genuinely wanted, and I had a really good feeling about it. He invited me to come out and meet him at the campsite.

When I got to the campground we took a walk around. It was dark and quiet, though there were still a few people around. We went down to the river hand in hand. The air was warm and the water was extremely cold. We waded in a little way, and then Mickey grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up onto a large rock. It was the perfect spot, and I suspected he had scoped it out well ahead of time.

He pulled my sweatpants off. As he set them down beside me, one of the legs fell into the water. He pulled it out and touched it to my left breast through my sweatshirt, which sent shivers down my spine and made my nipples stiffen and swell. We kissed, gently at first, and then gradually harder and more intensely. I was getting moister by the minute-and not from the water! My p.u.s.s.y actually felt hot, and the touch of his fingers on it intensified the sensation. I reached down to grab his bulging c.o.c.k. I had forgotten how big and perfect it was. I had dreamed about this very moment so often and for so long-ever since that encounter years earlier-that I couldn't wait to have him inside me again.

It was starting to rain slightly. I took off my sweatshirt and Mickey began sucking on my nipples. He kept teasing them with his tongue and with his cold, wet hands, then nibbled at them tenderly as I ran my fingers along the length of his hard p.e.n.i.s. I noticed a small amount of pre-come on the tip and bent down to lick it off. His head went back in ecstasy. I can't begin to describe how sweet-tasting he was!

My pa.s.sion was intensifying until it became almost unbearable. I lay back down on the rock as Mickey stood in the river. He pulled my legs up to his shoulders and put his c.o.c.k deep inside me, steadying himself with his hands on my a.s.s. That triggered an instant o.r.g.a.s.m, which had me moaning and gasping for air.

It began to rain harder by then, and lightning flashed and thunder clapped in the distance. The storm was moving closer, which only increased the intensity of our lovemaking. Mickey pumped his c.o.c.k in and out of me, faster and faster, and the feeling of the hard rock against my back and the cold, fresh air hitting my face and b.r.e.a.s.t.s only added to my pleasure.

Mickey stood between my legs and continued pushing himself into my c.u.n.t. The droplets of rain mixed with the sweat he was working up as he f.u.c.ked me, grabbing his c.o.c.k and pulling out until only the thick, round head was still lodged inside me. The faster he f.u.c.ked me the closer I got to having another o.r.g.a.s.m, and the closer I got to coming again the more loudly I started to moan.

By that time Mickey was moaning, too, and his face showed his total satisfaction. I couldn't hold back any longer and let go, coming again and again, until finally he pulled out, had his o.r.g.a.s.m and squirted a huge load all over my heaving stomach.

The lightning was getting a little too close for comfort by then, so we ran up the riverbank and got into the tent for shelter. My hair was dripping wet and I knew I looked a mess, but it didn't matter. We dried off and got together for at least three more hours of intense probing, licking and f.u.c.king. It was another memorable night. And for all I know, that memory might have to keep me entertained for another eight years-unless I can come up with another good bet. It's a good thing I like to gamble!-Name and address withheld HE PICKED HER UP IN A BAR AND FOUND THAT SHE LIKED IT QUICK, NASTY AND PUBLIC.

One Sat.u.r.day night I was driving around aimlessly, and finally ended up at a club called Diamond Jim's. I decided to check it out, thinking it was a t.i.tty bar which, the bartender later told me it had been a few years before.

I went in and sat at the bar. About three drinks later a woman walked in who immediately stoked my fire. She was a Latin-looking lady with long black hair, a short black skirt and matching high-heeled shoes. She sat at a table halfway across the room, her slender body turned a little bit toward the bar.

I got a feeling she wanted company, and following my instinct I got up and approached her. With her permission, I sat down at her table and we made small talk. She told me her name was Elena. I told her I was single, and she said she was legally separated. She told me she usually went to bed early, but had come to the bar that night because she couldn't get to sleep. She was visiting a friend who, like me, lived on the other side of town.

When I asked her what she liked to do she gave me a sly grin and replied, "Do you mean what would I like to do right now?"

I didn't take this bait, explaining that I was asking about her hobbies and so forth. I don't remember what she said they were. A few minutes later she broke off the conversation by looking me in the eye and asking, "Can I be blunt with you for a second?"

I said she could, then braced myself. She paused and then said, "I want to know why you sat with me."

"Because I find you attractive," I replied.

"Do you think I'm attractive because I'm wearing a short skirt?" she inquired.

"No," I said. "I just think you're cute. You're a very pretty woman."

"Hmmm," she responded with a gleam in her eyes. Then she said, "Would you like to go outside with me and f.u.c.k?"

Of course my instinct was to say yes immediately, but I hesitated. I couldn't believe I was so lucky, but Elena a.s.sured me that there were no strings attached. We left the bar right then.

Outside, we walked to a dark corner behind the building, but we were still visible from the adjacent street and from any vehicles leaving the parking lot. I suggested we go somewhere more private, but Elena said, "No. Right here is fine," adding that our visibility turned her on. "Let's see what you have," she murmured. "Do you think you can satisfy me?"

As I pulled out my d.i.c.k she made a sound of approval. I lifted her skirt and was thrilled-but not too surprised-to see that she wasn't wearing panties. I tried to enter her but wasn't quite ready. I explained that I needed some foreplay to get things going.

I usually like a lot of foreplay, including s.e.xual teasing. I also like a lot of s.e.xy talk, hugging, kissing and stroking when I have s.e.x. As I see it, a s.e.xual encounter is to be savored, not rushed. But that wasn't the time or place for a marathon f.u.c.k, and Elena seemed like she was only interested in the basics, anyway. She bent down and sucked my d.i.c.k until it was up and ready. When I was more relaxed, I turned her around and nailed her from the rear.

While f.u.c.king her, I stroked her hair and every inch of her body. Her hot p.u.s.s.y engulfed my d.i.c.k as her mouth had a few minutes before. I moved faster, squeezing her a.s.s and watching her sweet p.u.s.s.y lips gripping my c.o.c.k as it moved in and out of her.

I whispered in her ear, "You're so d.a.m.n s.e.xy. Your p.u.s.s.y feels so good. So nice and tight."

Aside from everything else she had going for her, Elena was very vocal. "Yes, f.u.c.k me," she panted. "I'm so wet. I want to feel you come inside me. I love the way it feels. It's all warm and sticky. Oooh, f.u.c.k me!"

That I did until I came. Her p.u.s.s.y full of come, she said, "Yes, now I can get to sleep."

We walked back to the bar entrance. She asked whether I wanted to go back inside with her, but I declined. We'd both gotten what we came for, so we exchanged good-byes.

I stood alone in the parking lot for a minute, and then I reconsidered and went back inside and took a look for her. I was thinking with my d.i.c.k, wondering if there might not be an opportunity for an intense s.e.xual relationship there. But when I looked around the bar, she was nowhere in sight. I a.s.sumed she'd already gone home to sleep.

Since that encounter, I've imagined us meeting again by chance, but it hasn't happened. I've imagined her fantasizing about our encounter, playing with her p.u.s.s.y while replaying the scene in her head. I've imagined her masturbating later that morning, and then licking our come from her fingertips.

I wonder if Elena had public s.e.x before, or whether she's had it since, or whether it's something that she does all the time. I wonder if she's told anybody about our encounter. And I wonder if she'll ever read this letter.-R.F., Chillicothe, Ohio ONCE THEY DECIDED TO GO BEYOND FRIENDSHIP, THEY REALLY WENT ALL THE WAY.

I'd been after Minnie for years-sort of. It had become something of a joke between us, and I think we lost track of whether or not we were serious about it a long time ago. We're both happily married, and we have been for years. There's never been any joking around about us running away together or anything. Everything basically started because we talked together a lot about this and that, and we finally came to the conclusion that we were probably the last two people in the world who would ever cheat on our spouses.